On the way to San Sebastian
I stopped off for the night in the little village
of Monreal. It was a quaint little place with narrow
tiled streets. The entire village was built of stone.
It was around 8.30 in the evening and all was quiet.
My room was in a house in one of those streets. I
checked in and freshened up then took a walk out to
the bar out on the main road.
It was dusk as I left the house and walked up the
little tiled street. I was shocked to find it full
of little old ladies in flowered dresses. I suspected
that they´d just come from the nearby church.
Hearing shouting I turned to see three old ladies
confronting a fat youth who was towering over them.
The old lady in the middle was especially furious
and her hard wrinkled face was contorted with anger
as she shouted at him. The lad wore an expression
of indifference as he shouted back, ´¡Puta
(bitch)!´ The two ladies either side of the
one in the middle then had to drag her back as she
lunged forward to square up to the mouthy youth. An
older man then had to restrain the youth. The many
old ladies dotted around the street looked on with
concern as the old lady then lashed the youth viciously
with her tongue. Suddenly I realised there and then
that you should never cross a Spanish woman. The respective
parties then managed to drag each fighter off in different
directions along the street and peace soon ensued
once again. It seems that even the little villages
of Spain suffer from nightime violence; only here
it´s with little old ladies in flowered dresses.
It´s a problem I suppose when you have lots
of them all out on the street at once having consumed
a lot of red wine. Perhaps if the churches were to
stay open all night then these old ladies would drift
off home at different times and thus avoid potential
confrontations with youths in future? It´s something